Savvy the puck bunny
Title: Savvy the puck bunny
Characters: Marc Savard/Vladimir Sobotka
Rating: NC-17
Time: April 2009
Summary: Marc pays Vladdie a visit in Providence.
Author's note: The Boston Bruins clinched first place in the Eastern Conference and the Providence Bruins clinched an AHL playoff spot on the same day.
Disclaimer: A fictional story, written only for entertainment purposes.
"Congratulations, Savvy."
"Backatcha, Vladdie. You're in the playoffs with that, right?"
"Yeah, that clinched it."
"And you scored a shortie!"
"Yeah. I still wish I could have been in Boston. Avery is crazy."
"You're telling me? He's worse than crazy."
"Somebody's got to watch him. All the time, Savvy."
"We know, Vladdie. Don't worry, somebody will, if we meet them in the playoffs."
"You coming tomorrow, Marc?"
"Wouldn't miss it. Pizza's on me, after the game. OK?"
"OK. See you then."
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Despite having clinched a playoff spot and resting several of their key players, the Providence Bruins played an inspired game the next evening, beating Manchester 3-2. Vladimir was perhaps the most inspired, assisting on an early power-play goal and then potting the game-winner halfway through the third period on a gorgeous breakaway. Marc stood and cheered as Vladdie went five-hole, not caring about the looks he drew from others in the press box. Fuck 'em.
He did feel decidedly uneasy as he waited outside the Providence locker room, however; the shoe-on-the-other-foot vibe was not a pleasant one. Hurry up, Vladdie. He paced restlessly, offering a couple of cheerful but embarrassed hellos to to Brad Marchand and Johnny Boychuck as they exited, raising their eyebrows at his presence. Finally Vladimir emerged, hair still wet but tie impeccably knotted, and Marc simultaneously felt appreciation at his fashion sense and irritation at his slowness. "C'mon, let's get out of here," he said, turning quickly on his heel and heading for the exit. Sobotka followed, shaking stray droplets out of his hair.
"I'll drive," Vladdie offered. "I know a good pizza place, but it's not near here." Marc nodded, clambered into the passenger seat, slammed the door, took a quick look around, and lunged, grabbing Vladimir in a crushing embrace.
"Mmphphh!" Sobotka barely had time to turn and catch Savard in his arms before his erstwhile teammate's lips were on his. They clutched at each other, bruising lips, pulling hair, insanely eager for the chance to touch each other at last. Finally Vladimir pushed Marc away.
"We're... in public... " he panted, looking out the windshield at the dark Providence street.
"It's been too long," Savard replied, pressing the back of his hand against his mouth. "I miss you so damn much."
"I'm sorry."
"Not your fault, Vladdie. I told you to stay here as much as possible. That working out OK?"
Vladimir nodded and started the car. "Mikko and Tuukka had the space. Mikko doesn't mind sharing his room. He's gone a lot anyway -- girlfriend."
"What about tonight? Wanna sneak me in?"
"With Tuukka there?"
"You're right -- crazy idea." Marc sighed. "Damn."
After a few minutes of expertly negotiating the narrow streets, Vladimir parked on a side street and led Marc to a small pizza shop. "Good pizza, decent wine, quiet, and they know us," he said. "Hey Jorge," he waved to a waiter as they entered.
"Vladdie!" the waiter smiled. "Your table's open -- go right ahead."
Marc followed Vladimir to the back, where the small building's quirky design had created an alcove, perfect for anyone wanting privacy. Jorge appeared in moments. "The veggie special?" he asked.
Vladimir nodded, then noted Marc's look. "Could we get some sausage on half of that?"
"Sure can," Jorge replied. "The white?" Vladdie nodded again and asked for a carafe, which was delivered promptly.
"Man about town," Marc said, raising his wine glass. Vladimir snorted. "Man about Providence, Rhode Island."
"Hey, Providence is a nice little town."
"It's not Boston."
"I know. But keep playing the way you're playing, Vladdie, and it will be."
Sobotka smiled and turned pink. "I scored on a breakaway. I can't remember the last time I did that. I'm so bad in shootouts."
"Join the club," Savard stared at the just-delivered pizza and pointed. "What the hell is that?"
"Eggplant. It's good!" Vladdie pulled a slice onto his plate. "Try something different for once, Savvy!"
Marc burst into laughter. "Oh, shit, the irony," he said, shaking his head, picking up a slice and deliberately biting into it. He chewed and swallowed, then made a face. "Not bad."
Vladimir hiccupped laughter."God, Marc," he said. "You're crazy." And I love you so much.
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The streets were quiet as Vladdie drove Marc back to his car. "I'm so fucking torn about the playoffs," Savard said, looking up at the streetlights as they flickered past.
"What do you mean?"
"I want you to do well, Vladdie, I really do. I want you guys to go all the fucking way, win the Calder, get yourself a championship. And I want you to lose as soon as possible so you can come be with me in Boston and play for the Stanley Cup. I'm going crazy thinking about it."
"Then don't think about it. Whatever happens, happens."
"What makes a kid like you so fucking smart?"
Vladimir laughed. "Good teachers." He parked in the deserted lot behind Savvy's Ranger Rover and killed the lights. "Get in the back seat."
"Huh? Here?" Marc looked around.
"Yes, here," Vladdie replied. "Tinted windows."
Savard laughed, and somehow managed to haul his frame between the front seats and into the back. Chalk up another advantage to being small. He watched Vladimir pull his jacket off impatiently and bend to yank off his shoes, felt his cock harden at the sight, and unzipped his own pants and pulled them down just as Vladdie, now naked below the waist, climbed over the seat and dropped into his lap.
"And you call me crazy," Marc murmured as Vladimir bent his head to kiss him. Their lips ghosted together this time, barely touching, as Vladdie flicked his tongue along Marc's full lips, then down along his jawline and up under his ear. Marc closed his eyes as Vladimir slipped his hands behind his head, gripping his close-cropped hair, and continued his tongue's journey, now trailing kisses across his eyelids. Back to his mouth, now under his jaw, forcing his head back, down to the hollow of his throat. Meanwhile, he pressed his pelvis into Marc's, and Savvy could feel Vladimir's cock twitching against his own.
Marc moved his hands, which had reflexively clutched Vladdie's ass when he'd landed in his lap, up over Vladimir's back and into his silky hair. It ran through his fingers like gossamer, and he wondered anew if that was how an angel's hair would feel: impossibly soft and otherwordly.
And then Vladimir moaned, and all of Marc's senses suddenly concentrated in his groin, throbbing with need. Want. And he realized he'd said it out loud. It took almost too much effort to get the word out, but Vladdie was nodding, he knew, and Marc felt slippery wetness dribbling down his cock, and Vladimir was lifting himself up, and then he was impaling himself, head thrown back, pushing down, biting his own lip, and Oh, God... Vladimir... and all it took was a few moments of wild, rollicking, plunging, thrusting, harder, harder, harder, and Vladdie's squealing and he's coming and Marc's coming and their bodies are shaking together as they both hold on for dear life, spurting and sweating and crying each other's names in the dark.
"Jesus God," Marc croaked at last as Vladimir groaned and stretched upward, releasing himself. "I guess absence does make the heart grow fonder."
Vladdie chuckled weakly and said something that sounded like "mess."
"What?" Marc asked.
"I think I've got a towel in my bag," Sobotka reached into the back and rummaged around, then pulled out a clean towel and handed it to Marc. "Sorry about that."
"Don't be," Savard took the towel and wiped his front. "If I can't have you in my bed every night, sex in your car is the next best thing."
Vladdie laughed, then reached into the front seat for his pants. "Miluji tě, Savvy," he said.
"I love you too, Vladdie. Knock 'em dead in the playoffs, OK?"
"You too, Marc. And then we'll celebrate together, but next time, let's get a room."
Characters: Marc Savard/Vladimir Sobotka
Rating: NC-17
Time: April 2009
Summary: Marc pays Vladdie a visit in Providence.
Author's note: The Boston Bruins clinched first place in the Eastern Conference and the Providence Bruins clinched an AHL playoff spot on the same day.
Disclaimer: A fictional story, written only for entertainment purposes.
"Congratulations, Savvy."
"Backatcha, Vladdie. You're in the playoffs with that, right?"
"Yeah, that clinched it."
"And you scored a shortie!"
"Yeah. I still wish I could have been in Boston. Avery is crazy."
"You're telling me? He's worse than crazy."
"Somebody's got to watch him. All the time, Savvy."
"We know, Vladdie. Don't worry, somebody will, if we meet them in the playoffs."
"You coming tomorrow, Marc?"
"Wouldn't miss it. Pizza's on me, after the game. OK?"
"OK. See you then."
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Despite having clinched a playoff spot and resting several of their key players, the Providence Bruins played an inspired game the next evening, beating Manchester 3-2. Vladimir was perhaps the most inspired, assisting on an early power-play goal and then potting the game-winner halfway through the third period on a gorgeous breakaway. Marc stood and cheered as Vladdie went five-hole, not caring about the looks he drew from others in the press box. Fuck 'em.
He did feel decidedly uneasy as he waited outside the Providence locker room, however; the shoe-on-the-other-foot vibe was not a pleasant one. Hurry up, Vladdie. He paced restlessly, offering a couple of cheerful but embarrassed hellos to to Brad Marchand and Johnny Boychuck as they exited, raising their eyebrows at his presence. Finally Vladimir emerged, hair still wet but tie impeccably knotted, and Marc simultaneously felt appreciation at his fashion sense and irritation at his slowness. "C'mon, let's get out of here," he said, turning quickly on his heel and heading for the exit. Sobotka followed, shaking stray droplets out of his hair.
"I'll drive," Vladdie offered. "I know a good pizza place, but it's not near here." Marc nodded, clambered into the passenger seat, slammed the door, took a quick look around, and lunged, grabbing Vladimir in a crushing embrace.
"Mmphphh!" Sobotka barely had time to turn and catch Savard in his arms before his erstwhile teammate's lips were on his. They clutched at each other, bruising lips, pulling hair, insanely eager for the chance to touch each other at last. Finally Vladimir pushed Marc away.
"We're... in public... " he panted, looking out the windshield at the dark Providence street.
"It's been too long," Savard replied, pressing the back of his hand against his mouth. "I miss you so damn much."
"I'm sorry."
"Not your fault, Vladdie. I told you to stay here as much as possible. That working out OK?"
Vladimir nodded and started the car. "Mikko and Tuukka had the space. Mikko doesn't mind sharing his room. He's gone a lot anyway -- girlfriend."
"What about tonight? Wanna sneak me in?"
"With Tuukka there?"
"You're right -- crazy idea." Marc sighed. "Damn."
After a few minutes of expertly negotiating the narrow streets, Vladimir parked on a side street and led Marc to a small pizza shop. "Good pizza, decent wine, quiet, and they know us," he said. "Hey Jorge," he waved to a waiter as they entered.
"Vladdie!" the waiter smiled. "Your table's open -- go right ahead."
Marc followed Vladimir to the back, where the small building's quirky design had created an alcove, perfect for anyone wanting privacy. Jorge appeared in moments. "The veggie special?" he asked.
Vladimir nodded, then noted Marc's look. "Could we get some sausage on half of that?"
"Sure can," Jorge replied. "The white?" Vladdie nodded again and asked for a carafe, which was delivered promptly.
"Man about town," Marc said, raising his wine glass. Vladimir snorted. "Man about Providence, Rhode Island."
"Hey, Providence is a nice little town."
"It's not Boston."
"I know. But keep playing the way you're playing, Vladdie, and it will be."
Sobotka smiled and turned pink. "I scored on a breakaway. I can't remember the last time I did that. I'm so bad in shootouts."
"Join the club," Savard stared at the just-delivered pizza and pointed. "What the hell is that?"
"Eggplant. It's good!" Vladdie pulled a slice onto his plate. "Try something different for once, Savvy!"
Marc burst into laughter. "Oh, shit, the irony," he said, shaking his head, picking up a slice and deliberately biting into it. He chewed and swallowed, then made a face. "Not bad."
Vladimir hiccupped laughter."God, Marc," he said. "You're crazy." And I love you so much.
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The streets were quiet as Vladdie drove Marc back to his car. "I'm so fucking torn about the playoffs," Savard said, looking up at the streetlights as they flickered past.
"What do you mean?"
"I want you to do well, Vladdie, I really do. I want you guys to go all the fucking way, win the Calder, get yourself a championship. And I want you to lose as soon as possible so you can come be with me in Boston and play for the Stanley Cup. I'm going crazy thinking about it."
"Then don't think about it. Whatever happens, happens."
"What makes a kid like you so fucking smart?"
Vladimir laughed. "Good teachers." He parked in the deserted lot behind Savvy's Ranger Rover and killed the lights. "Get in the back seat."
"Huh? Here?" Marc looked around.
"Yes, here," Vladdie replied. "Tinted windows."
Savard laughed, and somehow managed to haul his frame between the front seats and into the back. Chalk up another advantage to being small. He watched Vladimir pull his jacket off impatiently and bend to yank off his shoes, felt his cock harden at the sight, and unzipped his own pants and pulled them down just as Vladdie, now naked below the waist, climbed over the seat and dropped into his lap.
"And you call me crazy," Marc murmured as Vladimir bent his head to kiss him. Their lips ghosted together this time, barely touching, as Vladdie flicked his tongue along Marc's full lips, then down along his jawline and up under his ear. Marc closed his eyes as Vladimir slipped his hands behind his head, gripping his close-cropped hair, and continued his tongue's journey, now trailing kisses across his eyelids. Back to his mouth, now under his jaw, forcing his head back, down to the hollow of his throat. Meanwhile, he pressed his pelvis into Marc's, and Savvy could feel Vladimir's cock twitching against his own.
Marc moved his hands, which had reflexively clutched Vladdie's ass when he'd landed in his lap, up over Vladimir's back and into his silky hair. It ran through his fingers like gossamer, and he wondered anew if that was how an angel's hair would feel: impossibly soft and otherwordly.
And then Vladimir moaned, and all of Marc's senses suddenly concentrated in his groin, throbbing with need. Want. And he realized he'd said it out loud. It took almost too much effort to get the word out, but Vladdie was nodding, he knew, and Marc felt slippery wetness dribbling down his cock, and Vladimir was lifting himself up, and then he was impaling himself, head thrown back, pushing down, biting his own lip, and Oh, God... Vladimir... and all it took was a few moments of wild, rollicking, plunging, thrusting, harder, harder, harder, and Vladdie's squealing and he's coming and Marc's coming and their bodies are shaking together as they both hold on for dear life, spurting and sweating and crying each other's names in the dark.
"Jesus God," Marc croaked at last as Vladimir groaned and stretched upward, releasing himself. "I guess absence does make the heart grow fonder."
Vladdie chuckled weakly and said something that sounded like "mess."
"What?" Marc asked.
"I think I've got a towel in my bag," Sobotka reached into the back and rummaged around, then pulled out a clean towel and handed it to Marc. "Sorry about that."
"Don't be," Savard took the towel and wiped his front. "If I can't have you in my bed every night, sex in your car is the next best thing."
Vladdie laughed, then reached into the front seat for his pants. "Miluji tě, Savvy," he said.
"I love you too, Vladdie. Knock 'em dead in the playoffs, OK?"
"You too, Marc. And then we'll celebrate together, but next time, let's get a room."